#waterboard

[lotus-pear]

nothing can best the bond between a boy and his cat (ref)

[cherryfennec]

Bad End Trio but I gave it a few retouches

It's been a while since I've drawn these goofballs, I missed them :).

There are quite a bit of things that I have yet to explore with the world building. I'm still currently at the beginning in my playthrough of the new TTYD which will probably fill in some gaps in my knowledge.

With the remake coming out recently I'm going to hold back a little for the time being with talking about Shadow Mario because while quite a bit of people are familiar with the Queen, not everyone knows about him.

[2snuffseb]

[cravesunconditionallove]

More oddly specific whump tropes I cannot get over

A boot on Whumpee’s back, or chest, pinning them down.

Kneeling or sitting on whumpee as they are sprawled on the ground. Bonus if you yank their arm back painfully, slowly bending it more and more until Whumpee can’t take it

Whumper(s) holding whumpee’s mouth open as they fight not to have a cloth gag shoved into their mouth.

Whumpee tied to a chair, unable to stop Whumper from grabbing their chin and forcing them to watch something awful

Whumpee having to be held down by several large guards/soldiers as something is done to them

[il-predestinato]

Ollie Bearman (Jeddah 2024): “The drink is going everywhere except in my mouth!” Charles Leclerc (Abu Dhabi 2022): “Grazie, grazie… [chokes on water] Oh, I pressed the drinks button. Ohhhh! Grazie ragazzi!”

Name a more iconic duo than Ferrari drivers + struggling with the drink. 😓

[frownyalfred]

I think the League of Assassins waterboarded its best students to teach them how to resist torture/interrogation. and it’s one of the few skills Bruce refuses to pass along to his kids, no matter how much each Robin inevitably begs him when they find out.

[thefearofcod]

the thing about this post is that op accidentally managed to prove that sortes biblicae does in fact real by opening to the one (1) Ecclesiastes passage that is not a kill yourself bummer

[feraltwinkseb]

November 1, 2009 - Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates

[explorersaremadeofhope]

the face of a man who presumably has been trained to withstand actual torture but who can't stand to listen to another second of this shit

[mycroftrh]

Always fail at talking to liberal christians because they’re like “no you don’t get it, I don’t think gay people should automatically go to hell” and I’m like. No I get it it’s just not a matter of quibbling about who does and does not go to hell because. I’m gonna be real with you here chief. I don’t think anyone should go to hell. Yes even that person. Yes even that one. I simply don’t think anyone should be tortured forever. Do you have any idea how long forever is?

[alienssstufff]

do you have any tips for drawing maps?

Breaking down the layout process into smaller, easier tasks rather than tackling scale, perspective and placement all at once

[sharknark]

red lotus grave

[ghost-whump]

Shower Day

CW: kidnapped whumpee, defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper, waterboarding(?), hypothermia (mentioned), nudity (mentioned), let me know if I missed anything!

Whumper entered the basement with loud, clunking steps down the stairs. They flick the light on when they reach the bottom.

“Hh—” Whumpee hissed and covered their eyes, heavy manacles pressing coldly into their cheeks. “Fucking hell.”

“Rise and shine, fuckface.”

With a drawn out groan, Whumpee blinked until the light wasn’t so painful. They scooted farther back into “their” corner of the basement, drawing closer to the wall, as if they could be absorbed into it.

They turned to face the wall, the smallest act of defiance they could express, “Go away.”

“No can do, Whumpee,” Whumper’s footsteps grew closer, “It’s shower day for you.”

That perked them up. A shower? A real, honest-to-god shower? Hot damn, that sounded good! Whumpee managed the barest hint of a smile at the prospect. Their hair, caked with blood and grease and other various substances, grew unbearably thick and disgusting to even think about. And that’s not even mentioning their soiled clothes.

Rubbing at their eyes, Whumpee brought themselves to turn around. And their smile dropped.

Whumper held a hose and a bucket.

At their pained expression, Whumper chuckled, “Oh? You thought you got a real shower?” They put the bucket on the floor and took a step closer, “Sorry for the mislead, Whumpee.”

The water hit them suddenly. Frigid, icy water hit their skin like a jet — definitely enough force to bruise, at least. They cried out, futilely holding their arms out in front of them. The cold water sprayed onto their body like bullets, dousing their hair and clothes all in less than a minute.

Then, the water tapered off.

Whumpee spit some water out of their mouth. It tasted like shit, nothing like the refreshing hose water they’d had as a kid.

��Whoops.” Whumper smiled.

Then it started again. This time, with so much pressure, Whumpee was knocked back into the wall. The hose turned off.

Whumpee heaved, “Fuck yo—ACK!”

Over and over, the water turned on and off, on and off, on and off. Friction burns raised on their arms from where they tried to protect themselves. The chill of the cool, stagnant basement air started to seep into their skin, sending a shiver through their whole body.

“That should be good.” Whumper dropped the hose to the floor (much to Whumpee’s relief) and turned their attention towards the bucket. They pulled out a gray towel and turned back. “Give me your clothes now, Whumpee.”

They stood there, shivering. “What?”

“You heard me — give me your clothes. They’re all soaked now.” Though they spoke pragmatically, their grinning leer said anything but.

“Fuck n-no. I-I’m not getting n-naked in front of you.” Their teeth chattered loudly, telegraphing how cold they really were.

Whumper turned around, picking the bucket back up. “Fine, then. No towel for you, I guess.” They started back towards the stairs, “A shame, really. I had it heated up on the radiator and everything. It’s supposed to be even colder tonight, too. I’d hate to have my poor Whumpee freeze…”

Whumpee remained silent.

“Well, goodnight, Whumpee.” They flipped the lights off.

“W-Wait!”

The lights turned back on as quick as they shut off. Whumper turned, so so slowly. “What do you say?”

“Pl-please?”

this has been sitting in my drafts for SOOO long and i’ve never posted it. since i haven’t written anything in a while, i thought i might as well post it lol

thank for reading!!!

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

[sexhaver]

lmfao the person who proudly admitted to calling the cops on their "friends" for smoking weed is now doing the classic tumblr defense of "pick the single most aggressive piece of anon hate you received, paraphrase them as uncharitably as possible, and then act like everyone mad at you is mad at you for that hyperbolic reason". this one works really well because, as shown here, you don't actually need to have received or published the anon hate in question and can just participate in a process referred to by some as "making shit up"

[the-common-cowgirl]

Hey guys, I am totally normal about this!

[t4tails]

this is so embarrassing. me when i dont understand subtext when its not about romance